Showing posts with label dylan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dylan. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

530am


Brinetopia Autumn 2009
530 am Eastern Standard Time, woke up from a dream about my workplace with a few lines from Bob Dylan’s Desolation Row playing in my head. There’s over a 100 lines of verse in that 11 minute beast first found on his 1965 album Highway 61 Revisited. The one's that were stuck in a loop between my ears were:
“you would not think to look at him
but he was famous a long time ago”
L-R Simon Anderson, Joe Larkin and Peter Townend Noosa 2010
As I walk out onto the back deck a few kookaburras start laughing from under a blanket of pre-dawn clouds skidding from west to east as fruit bats fly in the opposite direction. What does it mean? Portents of rain? Earthquake? Crisp offshores? 
Noosa Autumn 2010
First time I saw Dylan (the Zimmerman) live, I was a teenager with a few rolls of Kodachrome at a place now demolished before I acquired a few stories of my own and a ton of adult responsibility.
Huntington Winter 1978
I go to the kitchen computer that doubles as my darkroom these days and hunt down Desolation Row on iToons. There's a dull roar in the distance. Peak "hour" has already started as I start making my lunch totake on the bus. There's Bob hiding on the hard drive in between Department of Youth by Alice Cooper  (never seen him) and Devil Got My Woman, an old Skip James blues cover by Bonnie Rait who supported Dylan the second time I saw him with GfG and Tony at the no-cameas-allowed-venue.  
Brinetopia 1977
Headphones on. Family's still asleep. Responsibility is at least one album and a commute away as Bob sings me a surrealistic tale of carnies, crazies and clowns and those lines that could apply equally to ageing shapers.



“you would not think to look at him
but he was famous a long time ago”
Bob Dylan Desolation Row 1965

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Buckets of Rain

The dry ravines of Brinetopia are awash with water as a monsoon trough dumps more rain than you can poke a divining rod at. Grey dreary days made for music and art and sleeping in.

"Buckets of rain 
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love honey baby
I can stand"
Bob Dylan Buckets of Rain from Blood on the Tracks 1975
More Rain Songs
Rainy day, Dream all day - Jimi Hendrix
Fire and Rain - James Taylor
After the Rain - The Angels
Rain - The Beatles
She's a Rainbow - Rolling Stones
The Rain Song - Led Zeppelin
Be the Rain - Neil Young
See the Sky About to Rain - Neil Young
Walking in the Rain - Grace Jones
Hard Rain's Gonna Fall - Dylan
Who'll Stop the Rain - Credence Clearwater Revival
Black Rain - Ozzy Ozbourne
Pray for Rain - Massive Attack
Rain on the Scarecrow - John Mellencamp
Spring Rain - The Go Betweens
Rain - The Gin Club

Thursday, September 17, 2009

One More Cup of Coffee

Here at the Brine there's always coffee, cameras and commuting. And when there's no surf, there's music. This shot of Bob Dylan performing around the Desire album era in Brinevegas could be added to the mutating Gone Series as the concert hall it was taken is now an inner city apartment complex.

Continuing our theme of square format film. This one is for Jack Brull of Salt Stained Eyes fame. Buddy get some music into you while you're recovering.
Spring 1978